Saccharine Irony

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Currently Reading September 18, 2009

Filed under: books — Aimee @ 8:07 am

Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

Mansfield Park by Jane Austen


090909 September 9, 2009

Filed under: Faves,Women — Aimee @ 3:09 pm
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I should be doing a post about this day, September 9, 2009, which happens only once in a century. But I still have some articles to write, so my blog post needs to be on hold for a while. Will get back to this blog soon. 😀

— Fast forward two days later —

District 9

District 9

So the date was 090909. The 9th of September two-thousand nine. I’m not a big fan of numerology, although I have researched into the topic and have written a few articles about it, but something about the date struck me. Some of the cynics I knew cautioned me about going out that day, the number was supposed to translate to 666, the devil’s number, when turned upside down. Nonetheless, others saw the date as an extremely lucky one, and one of my bestfriends even planned  to purchase a lottery ticket that day. However I saw no big deal about it, until two of my gradeschool friends invited me out for a movie, dinner, and cocktails that night. Indeed, why not celebrate the day with friends, chitchat, and cocktails? Why not create a specific memory for a specific date, and look back one day and think “Ah, the 9th of September 2009, I went out with a few friends and had fun!”

However, however, the cocktail night did not push through. One my friends backed out from the plan, saying she’s not feeling well, so it was just Amor and myself. It looked kind of lonely, yes, but we decided to go with an altered plan: watch a movie, grabe a bite to eat, skip cocktails, and talk about anything. At the very least, I was not sitting at home on September 9, 2009, which was a Wednesday. Both Amor and I agreed that we should do something on that day, anything other than work,  so she skipped work (she works as a nurse in some private hospital) and I left my PC to brew for a while.

The movie was phenomenal, and I was expecting so. District 9 (District 9 in 999, i like to say :)) got a 90% rating from Rotten Tomatoes, which is about the meanest movie review website you can ever imagine. I was pretty much blown away by the film and by the time we left the cinemas, we were already famished. I wanted to eat at some fancy cafe, but after a few minutes of rumination we decided on McDonald’s. We were famished, we wanted instant gratification, and we got it not five minutes after entering the restaurant.

Dinner was filled with nonstop talk. Amor and I went to the same primary school together, our parents were close acquaintances, and we knew each other’s siblings. However we lost contact all through highschool and college, and it was only just this year that we reconnected again, after meeting up for our grade school reunion last July. Next time we plan to have a cocktail night, and hopefully, a few friends could join us.

Well, my 090909 was not really that incredible, no booze or dancing whatsoever, but I’m glad I spent one working day of the week quite differently. It was not really a celebration, but I had fun — watching a really good movie does that to you, and when you have a great girlfriend you can really talk to and share some caramel sundae and fries with, all the better.

Looking forward to October 10, 2010, November 11, 2011, and December 12, 2012.



Songs That Take Me Back September 8, 2009

Filed under: that funny love thang — Aimee @ 3:22 pm
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Second post for tonight. Am sleepy but couldn’t resist blogging. Anyway, as I was reading and drinking my smoothie in my secret cafe today, Phil Collin’s You Can’t Hurry Love began playing on the CD. It’s a happy upbeat song, but during that late afternoon, I think the song was played just for me.


You Can’t Hurry Love

I need love, love
Ooh, ease my mind
And I need to find time
Someone to call mine;

My mama said
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
But its a game of give and take
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
Just trust in a good time
No matter how long it takes

How many heartaches must I stand
Before I find the love to let me live again
Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on
When I feel my strength, ooh, its almost gone

I remember mama said
You cant hurry love
No youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How muck more must I take
Before loneliness
Will cause my heart, heart to break

No, I cant bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that i, I cant go on
Well these precious words keep me hanging on


Now love, love dont come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
Hold me tight
I keep waiting
Ooh, till that day
But it aint easy (love dont come easy)
No, you know it aint easy

My mama said
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take…


And then as my friend and I were having dinner (after our one-hour jog) at some outdoor chicken grille restaurant, a song from England Dan and John Ford Coley came blasting from the speakers.

Yes mon cheri, I do miss you, wherever you are, and I’d really love to see you tonight.


I’d Really Love to See You Tonight

Hello, yeah it’s been awhile
Not much, how ’bout you
I’m not sure why I called
I guess I really just wanted
To talk to you…

I was thinking maybe later on
we could get together for a while
It’s been such a long time
and I really do miss your smile…

I’m not talking ’bout movin’ in
and I don’t want to change your life
but there’s a warm wind blowin’ the stars around
and I’d really love to see you tonight…

We could go walkin’ through a windy park
take a drive along the beach
or stay home and watch T.V.
you see it really doesn’t matter much to me…

repeat chorus**

I won’t ask for promises
so you don’t have to lie
we both played that game before
say I love you then say goodbye…

I’m not talking ’bout movin’ in
and I don’t want to change your life
but there’s a warm wind blowin’ the stars around
and I’d really love to see you tonight…


Off to bed now.


Petra Means Rock

Filed under: books,Saccharine thoughts — Aimee @ 3:08 pm
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41ZN07GRMFL._SL500_AA240_I began reading the story of Petra Nemcova, a Czech supermodel, today. The book, titled Love Always, Petra,  is one of the hardcovers which I got on bargain at the National Bookstore, chronicling Petra Nemcova’s journey from her early years in communist Czechoslovakia to the glamorous world of modelling in her teen years. The book is an autobiographical account which includes her near-death experience in the 2004 tsunami of Thailand, and how she lost the love of her life during the tragedy. I’m still a few chapters shy of finshing Mansfield Park, and although I’m all excitement reading about Mr. Crawford’s proposal to Fanny Price, curiosity got the better of me and I just had to read just a bit about Petra’s story. I never thought that I’d be hooked. So I’m putting Austen on hold for now, though I’m pretty sure not for very long.

Today I got holed up in my favorite cafe again, which has become some sort of secret place for me. I was meeting with a friend there, before heading off to the jogging tracks for a one-hour run, and then dinner someplace else. Because I wanted some alone time again and because I wanted to read Petra’s story in peace, I came a few minutes earlier, ordered a fruit smoothie, and got buried in the story not long after. My friend came a bit late complaining of the traffic, but I did not mind at all. Of course I was happy to see her, after a few months of not catching up, and it was all girls’  chitchat and laughter from then on.

But now I’m back to reading Petra’s story, and I admire the girl’s reslience, faith, and strength.  We all seem to have the silly idea that most super models are shallow creatures. Petra however is something else. I had sensed this, even before finishing her story.


Bibliophile on a Budget September 6, 2009

Filed under: books — Aimee @ 4:35 pm

It’s 12:36 am but I can’t sleep. So I was fiddling with the PC and decided to make a blog post.

Well, this post is specifically about my recent book shopping binges. I have recently discovered the hidden treasures of the BOOK SALE bookstores, and for the past months or so I was able to find really good titles at bargain prices. I got an Ian McEwan book, one from Anita Shreve, the Bridges of Madison County by Robert James Waller, Waiting by Ha Jin, and War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells.

For the entire month of August National Bookstore was also on sale, and I was able to find hardcover copies of practically new books at a measly price of P49.50 each. I think I bought a total of five books, and if not for my varied interests (cheap dresses, baking stuff, sewing stuff, paint brushes and linseed oil for experimental painting, jewelry) and a growing list of expenses, I might have bought more.

ah, happiness!

ah, happiness!

Well, I should’nt be too greedy – I still need to finish Mansfield Park by Jane Austen and Umberto Eco’s The Island of the Day Before, before year end.  And a total of four books from the bookstore sales still sit in my bookshelf unread, which means I need to do less Facebooking, less window shopping, and more reading.

I can’t wait to finish devouring all my new books, so I will have a good excuse for a bigger  purchase next time I hit the bookstores. A few titles in my wish list include Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris, Coraline by Neil Gaiman, and Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell (yes, that classic which was adapted into a romance film in 1939).

In the meantime, more reading.